Hello the reader. Allow me to introduce myself. As for writing the web log for me, this is the first time. I am a useful soldier-robot who served publisher and English nobleman Sir Walrus of Routledge in Meiji era Japan. Moreover, I am honored to be on the cover (that is me in the U) and page 8 of Kuhaku. I am a gifted translator, I have a large memory, and of human life, I have seen far too much.

I am writing today because "I Am Not A Jackass" by A.J. Jacobs perplexes me. Why does man say, "I am not a jackass?" Is Joe Queenan a big man? Does he have a large sword? Cannot Jacobs the writer slay Queenan the reviewer? I am getting old, and my software is not the latest. I do not relate to modern man so well.

It is time for the story now by Cletus: Samuel Richardson and a party of foreign and Japanese people passed by some high-level Japanese aides in the first half of the Meiji era. A fight began because the Japanese side felt insulted when someone in Mr./Ms. Richardson's party did not bow very low. One of the parties of Mr./Ms. Richardson was stabbed (I did not remember whether it was Japanese or foreigner because you tend to all seem similar to me). When traveling, the foreigner was more polite since then.

It ends my story. When he told me about 150 years ago, I asked the master Routledge what the moral of this story was. He said, "Man who bows lowest wins." At the time, I was confused, and a system error was caused. But now I think my former master to be a modern man very much.